Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High End, artist - Retch. Album song After the Verdict, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
High End |
Givenchy shit from Paris, man, you know what I’m saying? |
Christian Loubiton, Dolce and Gabana, Fendi and Margiela |
Shit like that, uh, Ferragamo |
Yo, $ 3000 on the outfit, I’m just rocking black |
The opposition dump pistols and we shot 'em back |
Had junkies nod in front my crib, they was high on smack |
K caught a body off his dope, they gave him 5 for that |
But he straight though, I talked to him just the other day though |
Caught me, I was pouring Tech inside the Faygo |
Hidden Hills on my lay low, with a thot resembling J Lo |
School up to this shit, mold niggas' bitches just like Play-Doh, uh |
Shit, I had bitches way from Russia down to Daygo with it |
The head was cool, but what you bringing to the table, bitch |
Most times you find these hoes ain’t got shit to offer |
Steady texting, steady calling, I just press, ignore 'em |
Connect just flew in way from Bora Bora |
Talking imports, make a mule out somebody daughter |
Never punch the clock but I was taking orders |
Not getting bossed neither, got it in, this raw cheaper |
40 bitches at the mansion and they all divas |
Got some bands, going brazy, and they all Visas |
Put my dick inside the throat of a tall skeezer |
Broke talking down on broke niggas, you don’t ball neither |
Know some young niggas scamming, tryna burn banks |
was my nigga 'til he turned state |
Still can’t believe they sent the peoples from me |
Had me shackled down, no parties on the weekend for me |
I swear the Draco, it be speaking to me |
Like, «Take me to their spot and send 'em to the reaper with me» |
Gotta tell him, «Drake, chill» like Aubrey tweaking |
And shit, I’m back selling Ps 'cause it’s harvest season |
Designer down, running plates, call up all the boosters |
And my niggas moving water like Moses do |
Not talking Fiji, nigga, we talking leaky, nigga |
Did my time in population, you was PC, nigga |
Sneakers Gucci but my t-shirt come from DG, nigga |
It’s like your vision, I don’t see these niggas, nah |
Put my new shit on repeat, nigga |
He can’t stop me, you can’t reach me, nigga, uh |
Like, haha, Fastmoney, bitch |